Below is the poem entitled Waiting which was written by poet
Laan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Friday leaps through the window
curtains swing to the swish of the sea.
Spirit sparkling, dizzy for your return
I wait for your call, scanning the dawn.
Church bells chime down the hillside,
the village stirs under a honeysuckle sky.
A lemon field sleeps beneath the mountains,
plum purple with wild scented heather.
Life peeps from geranium doorways
as the blush of our weekend beckons.
Love burns red as a mid-summer rose
until Sunday sobs through the window.
And we yearn for Friday to leap again.